you’re always dancing down the street
with your suede blue eyes
and every new boy that you meet
doesn’t know the real surprise

These are some of the moments Santana enjoys most. Not the fact that there’s some guy staring at her girl while her girl practically dances down the hallway, head filled with some music that no one else could hear,  but the fact that there’s some guy staring at her girl. Brittany is hers now.

She’s seen this scene play out several times, and this is no different. The guy stares at her, looking her up and down, and although Santana has the urge to growl and scare the boy off, she can’t help but appreciate that he realizes her girl has really good legs. Then he moves in for the kill. He pushes off from his locker and approaches the sweet blonde, tapping her on the shoulder and giving her a half-grin as she turns around to look at him. Although Santana is standing far away enough that she can’t hear them, she can sum up what’s going to be said.

“Hey, pretty girl, wanna go on a date with me?”

“Sorry, I’m hanging out with my girlfriend tonight.” The boy would look surprised, Brittany would look sincerely apologetic, and Santana would look smug, smirking and arching an eyebrow, silently saying that’s right. Then Brittany would turn back around, continue to walk towards Santana until she reached her, beaming brightly as she kisses her cheek and gives her a hug.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hi, S.”

“Ready to go?” Then Brittany nods her head and they link pinkies, Santana making sure to turn around and flash a brilliant smile at the stunned boy behind them before leading her girlfriend down the hallway.